Page 33 of Untying the Knot
“But you do.”
“You can’t . . .” I take a deep breath as his fingers toy with the strap of my thong. Jesus Christ, I shouldn’t be allowing this. I should put an end to this, push past him, and go find Nichole, but for the life of me, I can’t. And this is what has gotten me in trouble in the past, this raw need I have for the man. “You can’t fix this with sex,” I finally say as he pulls on the strap of my thong so it falls down my legs.
Fuck.
I kick it to the side and then spread myself wider for him.
What is wrong with me?
Why am I letting this happen?
Probably because I’m still desperate for him.
Because I know I’ll never stop loving him despite our problems.
And this, this is one of the reasons. When he touches me, when he’s this close, I feel guarded, protected, and comforted. And comfort is what I seek right now.
With his lips pressed to my ear, he whispers, “Are you wet?”
My head drops against the wall as I wiggle out of his pinned grasp and move my fingers between my legs. I drag them along my slick clit then bring them to his mouth, where he parts his lips and sucks them in.
His eyes remain on me as he sucks, as his tongue runs along my digits, lapping up every inch of them until I pull them away.
“Fuck,” he moans right before licking his lips. “You still think I can’t fix this with sex?”
“I know you can’t,” I answer, betrayed by the hitch in my voice.
“What if I tried? Would you let me?” he asks as his fingers trail along my inner thigh, his knuckle grazing my sensitive flesh.
Yes.
I would.
At this moment, with this blistering feeling of need pumping through me, I would. And I know I would hate myself after, just as I hated myself the morning we had sex before I gave him the divorce papers. It’s next to impossible for me to deny him, especially when he’s this close.
“Your silence tells me you would.” He presses his fingers along my slit, briefly sliding across my clit.
Fuck. Me.
My brain screams at me, telling me to stop him.
ButIgrip his shoulders, looking for support as he swipes again.
And again.
And again.
“You love this,” he says, leaning forward, his lips right next to mine. “I’m the only man who will make you feel this good. Who will make you come the way I can. I’m the only one who will ever understand your body the way you need.” His thumb presses against my clit, and I moan loud enough for Nichole to probably hear me.
I’m surprised she hasn’t come knocking on the door yet, looking for me.
“Tell me we can work on this, Myla.”
My eyes fall to his as he pulls away, so our gazes lock. “Don’t do that,” I say to him, my throat tight as my body pulses with need. “Don’t use sex to change my mind. That’s not fair.”
“None of this is fair.” His thumb rubs my clit softer now, so soft that I almost don’t feel him. “If this was fair, you would tell me how I could fix this.”
“There’s no fixing it.” I tilt my pelvis, searching out his touch. “It’s . . . it’s over, Ryot.”
